Tuesday, May 17, 2011
3 weeks late
Three weeks late.
I'm not the most regular ever, at least not one of those exactly 28 days people. More like 26-30 days, give or take a day. But it's been almost 7 weeks since my last period.
I don't have any pregnancy symptoms, but I took a test last week just to be sure. Negative. Whew!
But a week has passed. Nothing.
I called my OBGYN today to make sure I shouldn't be too worried about the truant menses (images of cervical cancer and endometriosis were flashing in my head), and he said as long as I have no other symptoms (pain, bloating, etc) that I shouldn't worry. In fact, he offered to write me a prescription for a med to kick start my stalled out cycle if it doesn't come in about a week. He said these things just happen sometimes.
This whole episode just got me thinking about how much I don't want another baby.
It took me a long time to come to this definitive decision. The first year or two after Thing 1 and Thing 2 were born, I still had small secret dreams of trying one more time for a little She-Thing. Superman thought I was bonkers. And he constantly reminded me of the months of bedrest to try and deter my thoughts. But I just couldn't shake my desire to hold a little pink bundle of joy.
Fast forward a few years.
#1 Thing 1 and 2 are so independent. They can dress themselves, feed themselves, entertain themselves, and are potty trained. It is so nice to be in this advanced toddler stage, where all we really have to do is play and have fun with our little imps! I really cannot fathom going back to a baby that is fully and wholly dependent on us for everything. Blah!
#2 Superman is back at work now. We were incredibly lucky that things worked out during those first three years with the boys to have him be able to stay at home with them, but after three years, he was really ready to get back in the classroom. And it would break my heart to have to put a baby in full time daycare. I just couldn't do it.
#3 Kids are freaking expensive! I honestly do not understand how families in similar financial groups as us have 3, 4, 5 kids! Do they have cars? Do they eat?
So in summary...babies are cute. But they are a lot of work, responsibility, and cost a lot of money. If we were rich, and money were no object, and I could afford to stay home, maybe I would still be pining away for something sugar and spice and everything nice. But for right now...I am very content with my frogs and snails and puppy dog tails.